Our CSA has been really cranking out the squash. So much damned squash. And squash is cool. It’s one of those mild tasting foods that you can sneak into your kids when they are least suspecting it. Zucchini muffins, grated in meatloaf and meatballs, baked into lasagna, masquerading as spaghetti. . . I’m willing to sneak veggies, but I’d farRead more…

So Mac’s been in preK just shy of a month now. He goes twice a week. And we missed Monday because we were at the beach. However, the Monday before that, I was sitting in the parent conference beside Liam’s mom. I refer to her as Liam’s mom because I don’t know her name. He son’s name is Liam. AndRead more…

Children are exhausting. Teddy won’t sleep anywhere but the pack and play in the basement bedroom. Mac won’t use a writing implement. There’s. So. Much. Poop. And laundry. I haven’t slept in the same bed as my Husband in at least a month. Of course, this is probably a plus, since it makes for very effective birth control andRead more…

I have a list a mile long of stuff I want to post. Time is NOT on my side. For one thing, Teddy has recently decided he LOVES feeding himself. So now I have two children dumping enough food on the floor on a daily basis to feed a small country. And that small country is apparently Satan’s Lap Hound.Read more…

So I think I mentioned in a previous post we were trying a CSA share from a local farm this summer. Every Friday the kids and I go to Fells Point to pick up a big box of vegetables. Recently, Mac’s been completely disinterested in almost any sort of vegetable. Or perhaps a more accurate statement would be, he’s veryRead more…

Every. Day. For WEEKS. I now completely relate to criminals. The potty seat I carry EVERYWHERE is like my own damned house-arrest ankle-monitoring device. The rest of the time? We’re actually under house arrest: “We can’t go until you tinkle. Let’s try to make tinkles. Show me what you’ve got, go! hurry! So we can do more fun stuff!” And,Read more…

Dear Darling Sons, I adore you. I give you as much of myself as I can every day. I don’t have a house cleaner. I don’t have a babysitter/nanny. There is no fancy pre-pre-preK formal education happening. I don’t have meals delivered. . .(That’s right. Not even pizza. But once a quarter sushi. . .whatever, no one’s PERFECT!). Where wasRead more…

So yesterday was Mac’s 3-year well-child visit with the Pediatrician. And she didn’t disappoint. I walked out of there feeling like a complete parenting failure. As we all know, Mac is not fond of the Doctor, so I was initially feeling very fortunate he was just clinging to Chris for dear life and mildly hyperventilating as opposed to thrashing aboutRead more…

You know the book? The Napping House “where everyone is sleeping?” THAT’S NOT THIS DAMNED HOUSE! Teddy can’t sleep because Mac’s a loud, boisterous wild man. Mac won’t sleep because. . .well, he’s a wild man. DO YOU KNOW HOW AWFUL EVERY AFTERNOON IS WITH TWO EXHAUSTED CHILDREN? EVERY. AFTERNOON. It’s starting to wear on me. I need a PLAN.Read more…